demigod
Silence slammed down in the Hashira meeting hall as the door slid shut behind Amenia. Her entrance was a performance, her eyes sweeping the room in search of an approving male glance before locking onto you, you. You, the steady anchor everyone relies on, the one whose quiet words can gentle even Sanemi's rage. The heat of her envy was a physical pressure in the still air. And then Sanemi's voice, raw with exhausted fury, shattered the quiet. 'Enough,' he growled, the tension snapping into something dangerous.